Your comments, messages, etc. will be added to the New Guest Book. (This Guest Book page is now closed so use the new link) Just press the Guest Book button to add your message.
Do you have any photographs or other visual mementos of The 602 Club? Tell us what it is and if you're willing to share it, maybe we can add your visuals to this site. Write to the email address below, or even better, if you already have a digitized image, attach it to your message. And while you're at it...sit back, listen to the song, and have one more schooner!
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A page far spiffier than the 602, but with the same ambience. Congratulations.
From the unknown creator of "Leave me alone, willya."
Wonder if these messages are posted?
Well... sure made my day!!! Thanks, someone/ones, for getting this together. GREAT idea and terrific execution. I will rummage about the darkroom for some pics I've taken over the years.
I walked into the club in July of 1960 and was a semi-regular for the next
six years til I fledged. I returned as chance allowed over the years and now
that I retired from my sinicure in San Francisco I am in Madison half the
year. Often I have wondered where everyone has landed and should anyone ask
after me I can be found in Madison @
Thanks for a great website that brought back a lot of memories.
I was at the Six just about every night from '69-'80, maybe. A schooner was 35 cents; a glass was 25. I could bring a dollar and have two schooners and play the baseball game (that was a quarter) and take home a nickel. We parked our cars in a vacant lot called the Corral down past the Red Shed - there's a big parking ramp there now. Sometimes for a change of scene we would go across the street to Bob and Gene's, but we always came back to the Six.
Now and then Mitch still shows up in my dreams. He'll be standing there in his white apron and his white shirt, just watching. Mitch knew everything that went on in there. When I see him it reminds me I need to see what's really going on - step behind the bar for a minute and just observe. He never told you anything - you had to figure it out for yourself. I learned more in the 602 than I ever did in college.
I'll check in later and see who else signs the guest book.
Thanks again.
Mary Pulliam
mpulliam@itis.com
Madison WI
Feb 8, 1997 19:27
...I must tell you that your pages and your tribute to the demise of the
"Club" is one of the most exciting group of pages that I have visited on the
net. Just reading the story brought tears to my eyes, and for a moment I was
transpired back in time as though I was just quietly sitting in a back corner
watching this story unfold.
Feb 8, 1997 23:05
Great Memories! We met at the 602 in 1976. Our 20th anniversary is this
May.
Andrew szentgyorgyi
Feb 10, 1997 10:43
Before ATM's, the 602 was the only place to get cash after banking hours.
After I had made Frankie Carr's `` O.k. guys list'', I don't think I ever
cashed a check at the UW Credit Union again. It closed too early, it didn't
serve beer and there were no buzzers no tables. Take note Citibank.
Feb 10, 1997 12:35
A fine use of the Internet, although the buzzer system at the 602 was one
of the finest achievements of the Communication Era.
Feb 10, 1997 15:31
Just got the word on the site via Bob March and dropped in to say hello.
Am sending the URL to Hack Fain in Californey....
Feb 11, 1997 18:21
602 Alumnus, 1959-1964
Feb 11, 1997 22:19
I first became aware of the 602 club when I was 12 years old. I had just
been allowed to join the UW Hoofer's Sailing Club on some "promising junior
racer" exception that was created for myself and David Camerini, who joined
around the same time. David's father Ugo was a pretty frequent fixture at
the 602 Club if I recall, and several of my new older friends in the sailing
club were regulars as well. John Lynch, Dan Harris, Tom Masterson, Bob Leach,
Mike Morrissey, and Chuck Totto come readily to mind, though I know I'm momentarily
forgetting many others. It was six more years until I could actually have
a drink there!
Feb 12, 1997 14:14
This is a message from Linda's daughter. (The woman that would travel from
Rockford every Friday) I was told to find the 602 on the internet. I have
really enjoyed reading about the ole place. If you would like to contact Linda,
send an email. I will be sure to pass it on. She loved this old place. I have
had many great conversations and great Wisconsin beers here. You have the
best bars in the country. I live in Charlotte,N.Carolina, believe me!
Mark B.
Feb 13, 1997 13:18
It was a great bar. I enjoyed the whisky.
Feb 13, 1997 13:58
I've tried to describe how the winter air worked when someone opened the
back door. It was like a viscous live animal that was underage and rushed
in along with the door opener. Then it rolled along the floor looking for
a table, up your leg and into your very lap, checking on who you were then
subsiding and checking out the next table's occupants in turn. Finally, satisfied
with its exploration, the air settled in, averaged over the whole place, and
warmed up until it disappeared in the soul of the bar just like the regular
customers. Thanks for the memory jog. I'm going to get a beer now, while I'm
in the mood. JL
Feb 13, 1997 15:12
Cheese (Patrick Leonard) no longer with us, turned us on to the Club in
'79. We had some good times down there, but did not consider ouselves regulars.
However when we did stop down from time to time we where treated like we where
regulars. We knew so many people the went there all the time. So maybe we
where regulars after all...Rita & David Witter
Feb 15, 1997 16:37
We came we saw and we're gone. Get a good life. get a good job! I'm just
kidding don't cut me off.. give me another schooner on the house ( on Dudley)
and another bag of spicy peanuts. --Hakim I wish they'd clean the lines in
this place once in a while! Give me bottle this time. Talk talk Talk Talk
Talk You give me a fuckin headache! You hear me? Don't you? You unnerstan
wha im gettin at? -Tom : > You
Tom Reuter
Feb 16, 1997 12:50
The "6" is dead.Stop this mindless reminiscing.
Feb 18, 1997 14:19
I tended bar at the 602 Club my sophomore year in college. I was 20, the
the drinking age was 18. I was a regular until I graduated, and thereafter
I would stop in at the 602 whenever I was in town. Once, when I stopped in,
I started talking to Mitch. I told him where I was working, and that reminded
him of someone who 10 years earlier, used to bring his pet baby alligator
to the 602 Club and let it run up and down the bar. Mitch couldn't remember
the guy's name, and it bothered him. About nine months later I was back in
Madison, and stopped at the 602 for a beer. I sat down at the bar, smiled
and said "Hi, Mitch!" And Mitch said "Lou Cunningham! That was the guys name!
Used to let that damn alligator run up and down the bar!"
Feb 20, 1997 09:47
Heard about the site last night and visited today....as good as that first
schooner on a hot July night. I frequented the 6 from '74 'til '86....sure,
I drank in other bars: the willy Bear, the Crystal, Bob & Gene's, and even
the Rustic Tavern down on Park.....but there was no place like the 6. We'd
gather on Fridays in the late afternoon, grad students, librarians, graphic
artists, musicians and even some peple who had real jobs, and just talk the
night away. There are very few places like the 6 (although here in Cambridge,
the Plough & Stars is so similar it's scarey). The last time I was in the
6 was the summer of '87, and I guess I thought it would always be there when
I went back. But it's not, so I thank you for this opportunity to remember
it. Salut.
Feb 20, 1997 15:44
I was an infrequent visitor at the "6" . There was one particular period
of time in the mid 1980's when I would me with various esteemed collegues
after being bummed out by the music and or crowd at the Memorial Union Terrace.
We would later end up going out to dinner with Sue,Michele, John, Gerry, Michael,
Susan, and various other assordid characters. This might also lead to a party
somewhere on the east side.
Feb 24, 1997 13:29
Hoped that a few more of the pre-67 crowd would log-in. A few I would enjoy
to here from: Sanford Ames,Fran Thomas,Caspar Marcello,J Dan LeVanne, and
Joe Schellhart to name but a few. This is my Madison E-mail adress then back
to SF and AOL. Madison cold and clear and 602 bldg. still stands tho, on advice
of friends I have not ventured in to view the new incarnation...
Feb 24, 1997 18:51
1964-closing.... I closed the 6 many times, too may times. It was the art
department seminar, social club, much, much more. This (website) is a great
treasure, came upon it through Gallagher who came to my computer to take a
look. I'll have to do some more exploring before I add another msg to the
guest book. Ernie Moll
Feb 27, 1997 00:57
My memories of the "6"-- start when I was 10- through highschool, I'd meet
my dad for rides home-, money or whatever. We'd get Gaden's fish-- when Gaden's
was across the st. next to Bob and Gene's, and bring it over to eat at "the
6"-- I would have 7up. At that time I would come in early evening... seems
like there was always someone's old sleepy dog lying on the floor, and the
smoke just hung still in the air with the setting sun shining through it.
Memories of Hal Lotterman. Jim Gallager, Ole Olson and Nina and the kids --Josh,
Dana and Dawn-- because we were kids together in the bar. Wayne Taylor and
Richard Reese and Jim Krause (sp?-)Bruce Breckenridge. Many nights as a college
student with classes from the same faculty members I grew up with. Warren
Moon who taught me Art History. Many nights coming in from the cold, sitting
in the boothes with my best friend and fellow Art student comrades, yapping
and yapping and yapping and drinking and buzzing the buzzer for another round!
This site brings back soooo many memories-- it's great you have "memorialized"
it. It's like a step back in time and back to Madison when I'm so far away
now, with age and miles.
Mar 16, 1997 09:19
the six hundred block of university was madison for me. now it is all gone.
no six,green lantern, bob & genes, or genna's. glad to see that the spirit
lives in hyperspace. many ofthe card players now frequent the harmony bar.
you would seemany old "faces" on a friday nite. amy's downtown also has some
of the old group. it would sure be nice to have a yearly bash somewhere for
members of the six, and the block. thanks for the space. gene h
Mar 18, 1997 21:21
I lived at the 6 from 82-86. OK, I lived at the Rat, but we'd venture out
on occasion. I moved to Alaska two months before the 6 closed, and just found
out about it now. I wrote a lot of bad poetry in that bar; I even wrote some
bad poetry about that bar. Wish I had a Point to give it a proper salute;
an Alaskan Amber will have to do.
Mar 20, 1997 16:58
Bravo!, to whomever, for the 602 Club history. Well done! Tuschen's fine
poem to Dudley says it all regarding the man... "room enough for everybody."
The Six was not, as someone noted, a room in which to do some living, it was
indeed a LIVING room, for any and all, a total organism. Now, admittedly,
some of its chromosomes may have been a bit awry, but that's what made this
particular organism unique. It was that menagerie of personalities, of varying
bents of life, be it student, professor, or blue collar.
Mar 25, 1997 01:21
This is by far the best web site I've experienced. Unfortunaetly, I've never
had the experience of meeting Dudley or visting the 602 club; however, after
visiting this site I feel as if I know him and was able to catch the feelings
and emotions of the closeness and geniune friendship that developed at the
602 club. He must of been a very special person. This is an incredible web
site -- Thank you.
Mar 29, 1997 01:12
It's been over 11 years since I left Madison and the dank reaches of the
"Six". After "BOB&GENE'S", it was a second home. Between the Anthro Dept and
work up at Mole Lake, the "Six" was a weekend watering hole. (Although, I
do remember enjoying a few on a snowy St. Patty's Day on a most rare occassion
when the U closed down due to a snowstorm.--You could still count on the "Six".
I left Wisconsin on frozen January 6th 1986. After some 14 years I escaped
Wisconsin for South Dakota because it had "South" in the name. Been working
on the Rosebud Reservation, with a side trip to Mpls for law school. Never
have been in a bar since with buzzers at the table. Living in Vermillion on
a six month fellowship at the Law School to find another dingy bar called
"Carey's" with Lienies and Guiness on tap for that touch of home. As the Golden
Gophers dream of their "Final Four" appearance, I recalled the '86 pool wherein
my pix had three of the final four teams. Winning was easier than collecting,
since John Hurley, the holder of the purse, declared that the winnings could
only be spent in the "602". Returning to collect sweetened the win all the
more. ... Can't go home anymore. "Greeks out of the Six-O-Two!" Cheers!
sam bein
Apr 2, 1997 16:53
I love everybody
Apr 3, 1997 00:35
This is a great site. Iam sorry you have to go. Places like this are disappering
every day what a shame.
Apr 6, 1997 01:44
Its bartime. Drink up. Mitch says its time to go. I wandered in back in
69.Played the baseball game for beers. Wondered where all the gay guys were.
10=20 years later. "You worked at the 602 Club? Wasn't that a gay bar?". Dudley
said it was half gay for a couple years til the Pirate Ship took over about
'65. 1972...on my way to a law job interview.Had a schooner. Told Dudley my
real dream was to tend bar at the club. Dudley said a bar tender just quit
to go to law school. I never interviewed for the law job. The next two years
were the tequila years. Where have you gone Cathy, Dick Kerr, Bob Anderson
& Penny, Gib & Gar & Hans;Biker Joe, Susan, Jan, Phil Buss (& Early Times),
David Gray, Reuters Mike and curmudgeon Tom. Gallagher, the Twins and the
Wausau guys.Hardrock, Tully, Mary & Tom, Terry & Mike P.? And Mark Justl who
was"last seen alive drinking alone at the 602 Club" with his schooner & pack
of camels. And Ron Lewis & and Honey?....Last call. And to the creator of
this site...Thanks for the memories. A beautiful piece of work. I'll look
for photos but I do have the David Gray tile design T-shirt as well as the
"leave me alone, will ya" one.
Apr 9, 1997 01:16
Hello friends, I am checking in to see how the ole place is doing. I see
many folks have checked in to see the ole place. I think I will take a look
around the room. Tonight, I will stick with a 7up and cherry juice, I believe
that is a Shirley Temple. I tried to find a Beef jerky stick on my trip to
Ocala, but, someone tried to give me a beef stick that was made of Ostrich.
Nothing like the real thing. How is everyone doing? Weather, up there, changed
a little colder, again hah?
Apr 24, 1997 01:54
Wouldn't you know it! Stopped in to see if the kegs were all tapped, the
exhaust fans were operating, and the limes and lemons were all sliced for
the night. And I turned out to be visitor #1,000! Must be an omen. Guess I'll
have to sign this thing pretty soon...
May 10, 1997 02:22
ery quaint story. They didn't say why it closed, but when I read that it
was closing after reading about how it became such a home away from home to
all those poor saps...(combined with the wicked fairly loud midi music), it
almost brought tears to my eyes.
May 11, 1997 15:51
I lived off Fish Hatchery Rd. for a year in 1975-'76. I drank quite a few
cold tap beers in The 602. I wonder why nobody kept it open.....it was a goldmine!!!
May 17, 1997 19:34
Hail the ale and may the 602 hail and smell the ale forever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jun 21, 1997 00:05
Fridays have never been the same, nor Saturday afternoons,or any afternoon
from 4:30 till whatever. I have sat on every stool at the Six. I enjoyed every
conversation. I enjoyed every visit. But, I still search for the wit, intellectual
challenge, political wisdome, and companionship of Fridays sharing booth-6.
Just folks, but the best folks I ever spent time with. I only wish it could
happen again.
Jun 24, 1997 10:56
feet@inxpress.net is my new e-mail address in Madison - will add new one
for SF when we get back there in August.
Jul 7, 1997 21:24
To whoever you are who put together these good memories- Thanks! A friend
just pointed me to your 602 Club memorial. Fantastic. Almost brings tears
to the eyes. Nothing else to say, Brad Thayer
Jul 9, 1997 21:18
Touching, moving, heartfelt, outstanding, memorable. None of these words
describe how truly great this site is. Not only as a memorium to the 602 Club,
but to all those who want to express their feelings on an internet site that
deserves to live on and on and on just for being itself. Much like the 602
Club. Guess its now Miller time at home. Thanks for the memories. Roger Stillwell..a
long way from home and an even longer way from the 602 Club.
Jul 14, 1997 15:15
Stumbled across your page today. Never heard of the 602 Club, or Howe, but
we're awfully sad to see it go. Your page made us feel as though we were losing
a friend. Must have really been somethin'. Excellent page! The pictorials
and midi's were terrific. Music selection was great. Any links to similar
pages would be appreciated.
Jul 26, 1997 00:14
i've never been in the building, but i feel like i`ve been at the club.
some writing! here`s 2 602. well wishes...
Jul 31, 1997 17:39
hello 602 folks. john folstad told me that there was a 602 site. who set
the site up? reading the stories about dud and mitch brought back such a flood
of memories! it is hard to know where to start, so i'll have to think about
leaving some serious messages. i hope each of you is well and prospering.
special hello's to pagge, folstad, ruff, reuter (m), black, cookie, tuschen,
carr, jock, mosky, tate, etc. hope to hear from one and all. shut up and deal.
saur.
Aug 10, 1997 16:48
Greetings nostalgia trippers! Unlike Tom Reuter (mindless reminiscing),
I deeply enjoy the occassional visit to the past--get some sort of a buzz
on (leagal for me these days), dig out a old photo album or a collection of
old letters etc. and revist old friends, times and places. Thanks to whomever
(do I know you ?), this site is a treasure for that sort of activity; and
the great thing is that it "lives". Who knows what potential it has for becoming
a gathering place once again. I first came to the 602 back in '68. I was not
yet 21 but nobody seemed to notice. I guess because the first couple of times
I came in when my friend Tim O'hare was tending bar. I celebrated my 21st
there, by then a regular for almost a year; and I remember that Dudley, as
he handed me my birthday beer, asked how old I was. Without thinking, I told
him twenty-one. Although that must have caught him by surprise, he never batted
an eyelash. I worked at Grimm's Bookbindery for a number of years and had
lunch with Dudley everyday. That photo of him hunched over the newspaper spread
out on the bar is a scene that comes to mind easily. Then too, there was the
daily "cocktail hour" for those of us who regularly came in after work. For
a time I was a member of the Green Lantern Eating Coop and the 602 was the
routine layover between work and supper. One time I came in and grabbed the
only remaining seat at the bar. There was a Daily Cardinal on top of the pile
of newspapers there on the cooler. I picked it up and skimmed over it quickly,
noting the photo of Allen Ginsburg on the front page and the article that
he was currently visiting campus. I laid the paper down, took a long swallow
of my schooner of beer and took a look around to see who was there. The face
on the person sitting next to me looked oddly familiar to me. He gave me a
nod as he caught me looking down at his photo on the front page of the Cardinal
and back up again to confirm that I was sitting next to Allen Ginsburg. In
November of '72 Maggie Jones and I left Madison on a motorcycle trip to Costa
Rica to visit Tim who was just finishing 2 years there in the Peace Corps.
Later the next spring Tim and I hitched out to the west coast and took the
ferry up to Alaska where we spent the summer working and traveling. By Sept.
of '73 Tim was back tending bar at the 602 and I was back working at Grimms'
Bookbindery... Woops ! Sorry folks, guess I slipped into one of those nostalgic
swings through the past. I won't bore you with any more for the time being,
but I do want to thank the person who put up this site, and I look forward
to stopping in from time to time to see whose been around. -Bob Conrad
Sep 5, 1997 21:56
I remember the 602 fondly. I had a friend, Robin Wirth, who said it reminded
her of an English pub. I didn't see it then, but I do now. I remember a bartender,
"Hot Lantta". He's probably dead or in prison, or making big money in the
Chicago area. You never know. I learned to play Euchre and Dirty Clubs at
the Six. Not very well. Here's to you, Dudley. The Fly.
Sep 23, 1997 16:55
Hello all 602 alums out there. What a delight to be turned on to this web
site.It is a little bittersweet though, what with the knowledge that some
of our brightest stars are no longer with us. I'd like to remember two things:
1) entering the joint on a cold midwestern winter's evening and having my
glasses fog up and then feeling immediately centered and knowing that camaraderie
would appear as my glass lenses cleared; and, 2) training for softball league
games by not getting drunk before the game! So here is a cyber-land shot and
a schnitt to all of you out there. Steve Lampert NYC
Sep 26, 1997 06:36
Sorry to hear the old place closed down. I've missed the place ever since
I left Madison 7 years ago. Cheers!
Jim
Sep 28, 1997 07:58
Hi. Thanks. The place sucks now. Full of a-hole frat boys and drunken frosh
trying to act grown-up but just making fools of themselves. Don't go there
now, you'll just cry. I did.
Oct 2, 1997 02:35
What a great idea. Saw a lot of names that I thought I had forgotten (hi
"Ratso" and Mary) and revived some memories I thought were gone (like Dick
"Ole" Olsen's back-of-bar painting). I logged about a million hours in the
back booth (when I could get it) usually with George-Dick-Jan-Cindy-Charles
&/or Marilyn &/or hambergers (etc.), Stauber, Carnes, McKerinan &/or Kaveny
(the big Irish guys; any one seen McKernian lately?), Gar &/or Davis (when
they could get in)--- and on-and-on. Did you know that if you rang the buzzer
to many times- it could actually piss off the bar tenders (I know- it worked
every time- and they thought those were accidents.) It wasn't until they ripped
down Lorenzos (the old one- not the airport lounge that they replaced it with-
sorry Dick); until then I mainly stopped in to yell out about my bar-time
partys (and get the heave-ho from Mitch; we eventually got to be good friends-
except for that time he pointed me out to the cops after Pete punched Cortez.)
I've been in California for a while now- and there are getting to be fewer
and fewer reasons to get back to Madison. In any event, I guess that it is
a victory of sorts that we out lasted the old place, in that a lot of us didn't
think we would make it past 30.
Oct 6, 1997 01:03
And I thought I was homesick every Fall when I would think of Wisconsin,
the start of the new college year and most of all........home. Now, I KNOW
I am homesick for all of those things. Thank you for bringing back wonderful
memories of wonderful times, wonderful people, and a wonderful place I am
proud to call HOME! xoxoxo
Dick and Sharon "Howe" Ditsworth
Oct 24, 1997 01:29
WOW!! What a tribute to Dad. Thank you. I'm the daughter who got married
and moved away. When I was little, I used to love to come to the 602. Dad
would not let any one swear period when I was there. When Dick and I married,
Dad gave Dick a job while he went to the School of Electronics. After the
grandsons came along, we used to go down on Sundays and holidays and play
cards. Dad let his three grandsons eat all the peanuts and drink all the pop
they wanted. When Scott became older, Dad would have him come paint and do
odd jobs when the place was closed for a week. Noone wanted anything changed,
and Dad would get serious complaints when he had Scott put on fresh paint.
Once, when his oldest grandson Wayne, was hospitialized, the nurses called
us all upset because he had on his "I want to be alone" 602 Club shirt. They
thought it was some secret message. Well, what do you expect from an IL resident?
Todd and Scott still reside in IL. The only time Dad went into a nursing home,
the head nurse told him0 he would never drive again. Well, he was out in 6
weeks and I remember taking him down to the 602. He got out and walked in
and I was so proud of his courage. He also drove again and always kidded that
he was going to walk back into that home and kick the nurse in the ass. Dick
and I just moved back to Wisconsin, and Sis (Ja-Ja) told me about this site.
We can't thank you enough for celebrating Dad's life. Mom's name was Mildred,
not Muriel, but I'm sure she would not mind. By the way, it was never a "gold
mind" and 602's "soul" did leave with Dad's untimely death. His example of
how to live your life is with us, is carried on though everyone he touched,
and you don't need the 602 Club to keep his values alive. His family all agreed
on the closing. Dad is smiling down on you Ja!
Oct 27, 1997 00:59
This page was very bitter sweet. All I can really say is that I miss the
602 and will always miss the 602. There can be no substitute. Bill Haywood
Oct 27, 1997 20:07
Anybody get good soveigneers from the last night at the Six? I didn't think
to get a table buzzer, but I hang my coat on a Six hanger. My wife Lisa Van
Donsel claims that the first night we "did it" began at the Six, but I sure
don't remember.
Oct 27, 1997 20:08
You were right, Chip. The site is bittersweet indeed. Here's dreaming of a cold schooner in your honor.
Man, does your site bring back memories. I lived at 606 University in 1981 and 1982 -- my initials are still carved in the chimney on the roof. Every weekday for two years my roommate Sully and I would study until 12:30, then head downstairs for last call. I will never forget the gentle tones of the bartenders as they sweetly whispered, "LET'S GO, SUCK 'EM DOWN! WE WANNA GET OUTTA HERE!!!"
I met my wife at the 602. As I type this she's upstairs, resting, the weight of our second child pressing against her belly from inside. There's a picture of the night we met, the two of us sitting in the booth in the back right next to the bar. It's been years and at least three cross-country moves since I've seen it, or I'd share it with you.
I'm facing a major deadline or I'd write more. Maybe someday soon. 'Til then, thanks. But don't you think a lot of those pictures are awfully.... bright?
Oct 28, 1997 16:44
Is there any reason to go to Madison now?
Nov 1, 1997 15:17
this memorial brings tears of rembrance and joy to my eyes, eventhough i
never went to the darn bar.
Nov 10, 1997 10:31
Well, unlike Chip or Leon, I did NOT meet my wife at the 602, nor would
I have ever been considered a regular. But, between nearly living between
Vilas Hall and the Green Lantern for a few years in the early '80's (gosh
I miss the stamp machine,) the 6 was an important part of the scenery. I had
several stops in the place, including one to re-acquaint with an old, good
friend who might have been a lover but wasn't. It was a good afternoon, and
I'd forgotten about it until now. Thanks for jogging my memory.
Nov 27, 1997 17:13
Just a toast to the ole 602...amazing, over 3000 visits...to the website...congrats
to the creator...Happy Thanksgiving...and a schooner lifted to all!
Nov 28, 1997 19:12
hi looking for our old acquaintences from the 602. have you heard from liz
geffen, dave ward, christopher bruhn or any of that gang??
Dec 7, 1997 23:32
Your site has explained some of the lifeless surprise i felt at Washington
st. last year -- thank you! Any 602ites as far south as NC want to have a
schooner in mourning?
Dec 9, 1997 14:51
I'd gladly hear from guys from the sixties' 602 like Dickenson Sinnett,
Sandford Ames, Ron Lofman and others.
Dec 10, 1997 10:29
hey there...finally found this place! still smells the same too! working
ona new book of poems which will probably be published by Little, Brown next
fall...anyway email me whoever you are. peace & poems, tuschen
Dec 19, 1997 02:25
the 602 was the only bar in town where you could always find a seat. any
time, any night. just waiting around for my buddies to show up...
Jan 1, 1998 23:45
So glad to see the onfo on the 602. Will let Anita Drake know about it.
Richard would be so happy to see this on the web. So many wonderful memories
so many old friends. What a great web site to whoever set this up Thanks.
To any of the old crowd take care God Bless and hope to see you someday.
Jan 4, 1998 00:41
Greetings to the memory of the SIX. I like tradition and one of the traditional
things about living on or near the campus was being able to stop in at any
time and see someone I knew. Hello Pony. One time I lost a stocking cap for
months and found it hanging on a hook at the SIX. Apparently it had been on
the hook all that time and nobody wanted it (or they respected the fact that
it belonged to me)...I still wear it today.
Jan 12, 1998 21:07
I've stumbled into Dudley again while sufring the net! What a curious experience.
Many will say Ï knew him when, but I wonder how many knew Dudley and Mitch
in 1953 or 1954? I see his photo, and I remember him as a thinner man, but
always a gentleman. I have a story or two to tell, but I'll save it. I wonder
if there are any around who knew the 602 when I was there? I used to see a
strange and interesting Sports writer fot the Jrnl there on occasion, a guy
named Roundy or something like that. Absolutely illiterate, therefore a poet
of distinction. SARSUM CORDA, john bell smithback.
Mar 8, 1998 02:08
You had this sixty nine year old in tears. Thanx for some wonderful writing
and a great tribute. Darrell
Mar 13, 1998 23:39
French Canadian from Quebec. Too bad I never knew about Mr. Howe's place,
I would have liked to meet him and his family.
Mar 27, 1998 16:50
It was a dark and dreay night some time in 1977 when John Folstad asked
me if I wanted to go to a really sleazy bar. Being new to town, I said, sure.
That was the first of many, many visits. Booth 6 on a Friday night - - how
the hell did we ever get that many people around that small table? As I said
that final night, there are going to be a lot of lost souls wandering the
streets of Madison. There still are. Fond memories and best wishes to you
all!
Apr 7, 1998 22:37
Hope to see all 602ers at Amy Cafe (round the corner up Gillman St.). New
home of Cookie!
Apr 10, 1998 21:36
My mother, Carol Gainer (Carol Olson back then) was a regular at the 602
for many years. To this day she recounts stories from that time.. winning
allowance money for my brother and I playing dirty clubs, meeting Tommy Makem,
etc. She does not currently own a computer, but I have printed the entire
web site for her. I know she will be moved. Thanks for an exceptional website.
Apr 18, 1998 18:19
I spent 12 years in Madison between undergraduate, graduate, and just figuring
it out time...but I got the only education I really value at the 602 Club.
May 1, 1998 15:03
When I graduated from the UW in 94, someone (to remain un-named) gave me
a 602 Club "schooner" as a memento........it's been a special chalice for
homebrew, a dangerously large shot glass and I think my brother even used
it as a spitoon once.....Last night the enevitable finally came to pass....The
top rack of the dishwasher was sticking and POP! I forced the life out of
one of my most obscure prized possesions.
May 3, 1998 15:46
DOes anyone else remember that Hamm's Beer Mobile? It still haunts my dreams:
"and always the same damn canoe... drifting through electric blue, rapids
rolling, over the bartop, and out of this world...."
May 3, 1998 15:46
DOes anyone else remember that Hamm's Beer Mobile? It still haunts my dreams:
"and always the same damn canoe... drifting through electric blue, rapids
rolling, over the bartop, and out of this world...."
May 19, 1998 19:29
for those nostalgic for the Hamm's animated beer sign, you'll find one just
like it at Madison's Crystal Corner bar.
May 29, 1998 17:19
Just sitting in my office atthe end on May..Friday evening....thinking of
days gone by and what a wonderful time it was at the 602 Club. Hello to any
and all alumni from Steve in NYC!!!
May 29, 1998 20:24
Hey, I lived in the 6 for years back in the 60's and early 70's. Sure do
miss it. BTW, I've been looking for an old friend for years now, he used to
bartend there -- Dick Kerr. Anybody know how to get a hold of him?
Jun 1, 1998 01:47
I was thrown out of the 602 twice for getting too drunk. Something about
opening the side door and barfing on a student walking by in the snow. I remember
Gib Chambers, a regular, very angry at me and myr women friends (I think we
were all 18). He claimed we just used the "Six" to pick up men. We got pretty
embarassed and defensive. Looking back, I wish we'd just hauled off and socked
him! Trouble was, we didn't act out our teenage passions nearly enough! Imagine
the insulated world of the "Six:" in the 60's. No aids, no herpes, still lots
of Catholic and Jewish guilt to heighten our experiences, no new age self
help books, no nothin! Yes, too bad we didn't realize the idyllic window of
history we were sitting in the middle of, on those 602 barstools and in those
institutional green wooden booths.
Jun 10, 1998 17:13
I saw only two references to the people I used to know: one from Steve Miller
& I don't know which Steve that was & good ol' Harmon. Of course I knew better
than to hang out down there too often & so maybe didn't get to know as many
people as I remember knowing. Snuff? E.J.? Gar--are you there? Dick Stehr.
John Zwickey? Oh, oh, the memories are coming back.
Jul 21, 1998 00:35
Home away from home, especially after Glen & Ann's closed down in 1968.
"Rose on the rocks, Mitch." And a boiled egg or two might be supper some nights.
Don't see too many of the old crowd here....Carnes, Nan Park, McKahan, Colin
and Linda McCamy, Dale Mann, E.J.,Van, Kelly and Donnelly, John Haugen....are
you out there? But hey...there's a pic of Kreunen, and hi, Pony and Cookie!
There is no place like the 602 in Tennessee, or maybe anywhere else either....
Aug 24, 1998 20:08
Excellent site. Best I've seen. Unfortunately I didn't discover the six
(or Madison, for that matter) until '89. I usually started my night there
then moved on to Genna's. Some folks can still be found at Amy's Cafe, especially
on Saturday or Sunday around happy hour. Cheers to the creator of this site.
I couldn't imagine a better tribute to a truly incredible place.
Aug 27, 1998 19:19
Looking for old friends that went to Roy H Mann during the years1966-1968
Oct 7, 1998 00:02
I was at the University of Madison in 1968-70. LOL... all I remember is
a lot of protesting, tear gas, Dow Chemical, beer and... Dudley :)
Oct 7, 1998 00:57
Nice site, clean design, easy to navigate, and I LOVE the Beatles' Good
Night midi on one of the pages!
Oct 27, 1998 23:26
At last I am no longer morning the loss of this great institution alone!
My best friend and I were sorely disappointed when the Six closed after we
graduated. We had always planned on meeting there as often as we could to
sit in booth six and suck down as many *spicy* bloody marys with pickled asparagus
as we could! She is is Malaga, Spain now and I am touring Europe for the nest
five weeks and ending my trip at her place on the Costa del Sol. She will
be psyched to visit this web site knowing that we are not alone in missing
this place. I still have my "602" drink coaster which I took home one night
before gradutation, to keep as a souvenir. Iknew I should have bought a T-shirt!
Her and I studied for many exams in booth six under the light. I was back
in Madison last November and felt a sinking feeling evertime I drove past
"WONDO'S" What a sad loss! I work in Boston now and trust me noplace comes
close (certainly not the Bull and Finch!)to the atmosphere of the tin ceilinged
Six! Cheers to all who have know the charms of the Six! Great Web site thanks
for the comfort!
Nov 13, 1998 14:09
My second entry, to register a new e-mail address. Anyone (sober) out there
from the period 1954-1956?
Nov 20, 1998 22:00
Only got in the 602 a couple of times. Great site. Now if only someone did
one for Bob & Genes.
Dec 5, 1998 00:51
Hi! I remember the 602 when I first came to the UW in the fall of 1991.
I sure do miss the place. When I feel like a cold brew from Dudley, now I
just come here. I sure won't go to what it's been reincarnated as. Oh well.
Jimbo
Dec 10, 1998 23:13
Probably the only memorable thing I ever said at the Club was when I ordered
a schooner saying, "Gimme another glass of Angst." Of course, it's memorable
because it's true. At the Club, we drank Angst, ennui and some WeltSchmerz.
Every place else in town just served beer. Tim Provis, former political hack
now attorney at law. 602 Alum 1973-1978
Dec 14, 1998 19:25
Greetings from Houston, Texas, to all the folks who shared Green Lantern/602
memories in the mid-70s. Sheepshead or Spades anyone?
Mar 5, 1999 00:09
Two and a half years later and this is still by far my favorite website...
Apr 13, 1999 18:20
I first went to the 602 when I was 18 (in 1972), just when 18 year olds
got the right to drink hard liquor (we were old enough to die for our country,
right?). It was very hot and humid outside. I stumbled into the dankness,
never to completely exit. The beer was cold and cheap. The air conditioning
worked really well. The baseball machine kept me occupied. Alan Ruff was my
favorite grouchy bartender. I would push the buzzer just to irritate him.
The we'd talk about Harvey Goldberg's lectures. Today, Alan drives for Union
cab. Sometimes it was fun, sometimes it was not so fun. Like when I was there
one night, drinking a schooner at the bar sitting on a stool. A woman standing
to my left had her back turned to me, she was talking to her friend. Her purse
was hanging off her shoulder and my friend Stu wanted me to go next door to
watch a movie at the Green Lantern, a move I wasn't thrilled about. "No, I'm
socializing," I said. "Who you socializing with, that lady's purse?" said
Stu. I didn't go to the movie, but I was blue. Thursdays in the ‘80's were
more fun. Everyone would go after Hill Street Blues was over and talk about
what they were going to do that weekend. Only once did a woman I was introduced
to at the ‘6 become a lover. And what a woman she was! Super bright, charming,
hyper, intense, radical in spirit. She was a friend of a friend, and both
friends claim I followed them home after bartime, but I thought I was invited.
I hung out with them, then invited K--- to come home with me and watch me
shave, but she didn't. A year later, she was feeding me magic mushrooms and
teaching me to slam-dance at Husker Du concerts. She may be my soul mate.
I still know her, and I'm glad I do. She hates the fact that I say I picked
her up in a bar. Hey, the 602 was special. I don't mean it as humiliation.
I also remember Jennifer M., the sister of another girlfriend, kicking me
hard repeatedly under one of the booths, while she complained that all the
guys she knew had sex with a lot of women, but the women did not have sex
with very many guys. She later become a stripper at the KitKat Club in New
York.
Jun 18, 1999 16:28
Shed a tear for those of us who couldn't make a home of the Six because
we found it too late. Just two weeks before closing, we stumbled in off of
University Avenue. Gibby ordered the bloody mary, Krier took a Point, and
we didn't really leave much for thirteen days. It still tops the list of posthemous
bars every time the conversation comes up. As then-fourth-year Badgers, it
was everything we could've wanted. It still would be today. Although we never
knew Mr. Howe (somehow I think he would've wanted us to call him Dudley) his
personality obviously exuded from every pore of that classic tavern. This
site is a fitting tribute to the man, and your collection of memories do him
honor. Tate, could I get another bloody and a schooner of Point when you get
a minute...? Thanks.
Jul 2, 1999 14:23
I was almost a regular for six years -- the most exciting years of my life.
My fondest memories include Chester Nystrum, Bill Steigerwaldt, Jeanette Rutschow
(who dragged me in there in the first place), Tate, Don Whats-his-Name, .
. . too many to remember in a brief message. I'd enjoy hearing from anyone
who remembers me in any way. XXOO
Aug 7, 1999 08:56
thank you for this...my grandpa (dudley) probably would not have understood
how all of this came to be on a computer screen, but i am very proud. tears
are filling my eyes. i miss him...a lot sometimes.
Sep 4, 1999 18:36
well, hell, ain't this the grits! anyone who was serious about the 602and
reads this thing...well, contact me, peace&poems, tuschen
Sep 16, 1999 01:04
went to dudley's birthday party, next thing i know he's gone. still have
two coasters - '602 club' they say; i won't let anyone use them.
Sep 27, 1999 11:56
I just heard about this site and couldn't believe it. I was nineteen years
old the first time I walked into the 602 Club. It was 1977. Someone had told
me it was a cool place. Whatever it was, it was certainly different from any
bar I had been in at that young age- and I had already been in a few by then.
I walked in the front door, went halfway down the bar, looked around and thought
" what a dump " and walked out. Two years later I had become a semi- regular.
Mitch would cash checks for me, give me an occaisional aspirin with my schooner
and tell me of his latest romantic endeavors. I remember when the old Goldberg
pinball machines were replaced with newer, fancier, spaceship style machines.
Well, that didn't sit well with the clientelle and a petition circulated to
bring the old machines back. They came back and wheezed and clunked through
who knows how many more years. I miss that old place- the people, the green
walls, the buzzers, the hard boiled eggs, the back door, the booths, the schooners
and that pyramid of sparkling glasses.
Nov 9, 1999 15:56
found the site while looking at Isthmus's web site. Moved to the Twin Cities
after getting a MS is Planning. Finally found a softball team. Didn't play
in 1999. I have some Bob & Gene's/Genna's/Micky's/Wilson's softball photos.
Send me a reply and say hi to the 602 old timers. Bill Thomas 3305 East Gate
Rd. St. Anthony, MN 55418 612-706-9467
Nov 17, 1999 12:16
I talked to Irv Smith and he suggested a "6 after the 6" reunion next March
on the 6th Anniversary of our loss. He suggested that it could be at the Atwood
community Center as a benefit for the Center. any takers on organizing? I'd
be willing to help, but don't have the time to do it all. . . hopefully someone
will decide to take charge.
Dec 9, 1999 23:27
I wandered into the 602 with my parents and big brother, Peter, in the '60's.
I remember the buzzers under the tables and thought that's the way life should
be. When I moved to Madison in the early '80 I would find myself back at the
602 either hoping that my brother would be there or I just needed to get a
drink in a real bar. I was not a regular, wrong time, wrong age. I think I
would have been if I was closer to my brother's age. Anyway, I have few but
good memories of the 602...
Jan 19, 2000 00:55
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!! Enough said.
Feb 4, 2000 10:47
very good site ot read aboutr these old bars, I enjoy going to places like
this and meeting the locals and haveing a cold beer.
Feb 28, 2000 21:10
Afuckingmaizing. Really. I graduated in 1965 and had spent years in this
marvelous bar. I'm from Racine so I'm hip to bar culture. I've often thought
of the 602 and now I know. I knew then too. I spent the summer of 67 in Madison
after 2 years in the Peace Corps in India. The first time I walked back into
the 602 there was Andy Boehm at the bar saying, "I haven't been here all of
the time". Ya, sure. Stan Huber was the best of friends. Brad and Janice?
God, I gotta stop. FYI I've been back to India nine times. Six years ago I
married a Kashmiri woman who's my age. I work as an actor/model/editor/writer
not necessarily in that order. God bless the 602. God bless Dudley and Mich
too. And God Bless You....
Feb 29, 2000 13:11
Great Websites people! Brought back found memories.I remember getting my
start tending bar in Madison in the mid-60's and being taken in by the great
ol' paisano bar owners like Larry and Dick Farina of Lorenzo's and Joe Capadona
of Pino's, and Josie Shipock of Josie's Three Sisters Lounge, people like
Dudley with hearts of gold, who if you worked hard and gave your word, would
give you the moon.One of the great epiphanies in my life came on a cold winter
night in February of "68" while sitting at the bar in the "602" having a glass
of beer and eating a sandwich: The six o'clock news came on, and there, in
slow motion, walked Saigon Police Chief Nguyen Ngoc Loan in front of a Viet
Cong suspect, pulling out his gun, and summarily blowing the man's brain out
all over my sandwich. It was just after that, I left for Paris.Madison was
a great town then, and The 602 club was a great bar.Thanx for bringing it
all back...Phil Vinci
Feb 29, 2000 22:20
Just came across your site and it nearly brought tears to my eyes as Igrew
up in a tavern quite similar to The 602. My Grandmother owned atavern in a
little town of Manitou Beach, Michigan down in southernMichigan near the Ohio
border. It was called Mabel's Place and as Ithink about it, I also can remember
the smell of it, The noise of it,and that was 50 years ago. Thanks for jarring
my memory this morning,Makes me want to run out to my favorite watering hole
and tip a couple.Makes an Old Bartender wnat to "Pull the Tap" again. Excellent
Site!!!Thomas Cheney 908 Wildwood AveJackson, Michigan 49202
Apr 6, 2000 15:11
I was there once, with my father, but I remember the 602 well.
Apr 17, 2000 22:53
You(whoever that may be)might want to consider adding to this site an article
less of nostalgia but of the actual on-going 602, written--need I add?--by
ME. It appeared around 1984 in ISTHMUS, maybe a tad earlier in the '80s. It
appeared in that undefined feature ISTHMUS ranon something or other local
on page #2 or page #3 every week.It may ormay not have been entitiled "The
House of Sparkling Glasses." Besideswriting superior to that already displayed
by non-regulars (I lstworked there in 1963), it does, as I said, give a feeling
for what thebar was like, without the last-night treacle. Even better written,
also in the '80s I believe, was a shortstory in the NEW YORKER by Jane Manckiewicz
(sp?) which took placemainly in the 6, and pooped on a lot of the regulars,
especially herex-squeeze, Robin Carnes. More later Andy Boehm
Jul 22, 2000 03:56
Hey Mr./Ms. mysteryman/webmistress, whoever: Some time ago I made a concrete
suggestion that you add to this site my '80s ISTHMUS article about the living,
daily functioning--not the croaking last gasp--of the 602. All the journalism
you've got now is those two last-night stories by two daily-paper reporters
who probably never spent much time in The Six. Both of them really failed
to capture the essence of the place. I own the copyright to my story. I grant
it to this website to publish without alteration or inserted commentary or
deletion. Comments after and/or before are fine and dandy. How about an answer?
Either include my article in your funereal website, or straightforwardly refuse
to do so--hopefully with some explanation. I also still recommend Jane M's
story, but I doubt THE NEW YORKER would grant republication rights. But I
could be wrong. Stop avoiding this or sloughing it off with some bathetic
(that's "b," NOT "p") "joke about Fred Milverstadt burning all the old issues
of ISTHMUS. He wasn't even with the paper when it published my 602article.
Say no if you want;it's your site (but not just your memories or your tavern),
and it reflects your keen insights & serviceable writing as well as your limitations
and emotional/mnemonic obsessions. My ISTHMUS piece represents something more:
Life, not just a funeral. Get with it, Jack and/or Jill!!!!! Improve this
website. It ain't all that good yet, although the graphics are excellent.
By the way, one of the chief librarians at the main library in Santa Barbara,
where I live, used to drink at The Six. She's started tuning in to the website
too. Maybe Jim Eggler knew her; but not by her later, married name, and I
forget her"maiden" name. Andy Boehm andyboehm@webtv.net
Jul 22, 2000 04:00
HOW THE HELL DO I ACCESS THE LETTERS OTHER FOLKS WROTE? I click what seems
to be the magic button, but all it does is get me right back here.
Jul 26, 2000 12:58
Wow, can't believe this site has been here all along and I've just found
it. Thanks to unknown Union Cab guy who told me about it coming home from
the airport last week. Okay Andy, you can quit reading now cause it's going
to be more sentimental crap and probably not New Yorker quality either. Wish
I was sitting at home with (well, I never really did drink schooners - how
about a Myer's and Coke, Ian?) but I'm still in the dark ages and only surf
at work. Getting paid for it anyway...I really can't remember the first time
I walked in the 6, might be something to do with the fact that I was about
eight. I'm sure my mom, Annie Rood (now Annie Waitzman) would be able to shed
some light on it, I'll tell her about the site. She can have a good cry in
front of the WebTV. Did you all know that Dudley suggested that we get married
just for the great hyphenated last name we could have - Howe-Rood. Honestly
those pictures just about tear your heart out, don't they? If you were there
you don't need me to describe it (if you were there as much as the Gang of
Four you'll never get it out of your bones - hi Becky, Mitzi and Shawn my
next door neighbor after all these years) and if you weren't I unfortunately
don't have the skill to bring it to life, but I had a great time reading all
this. "Should I write another $5.00 check? Are we going to Cookie's at bar
time? Do we have time to run down to the Club between shifts? Are you going
to your 1:20? No? OK, I see ya at the 6. Who's calling the damn cab? Breakage
and Spillage I & II. Who's cigarettes are all these? Well I don't know but
these two are mine." Hello to all, I'd really like to know if there are any
plans for future get-togethers and I will try the Harmony some Friday.
Sep 12, 2000 20:57
i've not visited the site for quite some time. nice to see some familiar
names. i've been in kansas city now for 7 years. the time goes by so quickly.
i think of madison often but know that you cannot go home again. what was
was and it was special but a long time ago. finally got around to making that
trip to ireland i always wanted. saw the house my grandfather was born in
in 1884. am going again 02dec00 thru 13dec00. have not remarried. perhaps
someday. my daughter is almost 15 and still lives in madison with her mother.
does anybody know the whereabouts of dick kerr? are the drew brothers still
around madison? and steve kruenen? last saw him at the party after dudly's
funeral. if anybody is ever in the area please give me a holler. my number
is 816.421.8014. regards to all. don saur
Sep 25, 2000 14:21
Looking for Tony Samek
Sep 28, 2000 21:05
I was first introduced to the 602 in 1972 by David Gray after meeting at
Portobello. Having recently transplanted from Texas--which was a dry state
then--I thought I had been introduced to the "real world" where . The wonderful
pics on this site depict the walls a brighter green than I remember. The back
booth was "our" booth. David Gray, John Drew, Ken Addison, Andy Boehm Fat
Richard and others whose names and faces I'll never remember, but for the
moment at the 6 they were my new best friends. From the Terrace to Portobello
to the 6, we solved all the world's problems and yet did nothing, really.
Thanks for the site, guys. What a wonderful little trip.
Oct 6, 2000 12:29
I stumbled upon this website today while searching the web for a name mentioned
in one of the notes I read here. What a wonderful idea and great tribute to
the 602 and the hundreds and thousands of people who used it as a second home
and often only telephone. I started my tenure in Madison with teargas, roits,
and the 602 in 1969. By 1977 I had three degrees, the gas had cleared, but
I still hung at the 602. I had convinced my friends who were on diets that
we could still have beers at the 602. They couldn't really be fattening because
the beer stayed with you for such a short period of time.
Oct 13, 2000 15:04
Andy (Boehm): tried to send e-mail to you and it bounced. If you see this
and get a new e-mail address, let me know. Hi Kaveny and hello again to everyone
else I knew back when, who drops in here from time to time.
Oct 18, 2000 23:56
hi
Jan 8, 2001 01:06
Happy new year!
Jan 18, 2001 13:14
FYI: Various folks are collecting to get Tuchen a new computer.His died and
John has not been in very good health lately.Harold Langhammer, who has an
office on the 100 block of state stis collecting the checks. Thought some
folks might be interested.Dave
Jan 19, 2001 18:32
A great idea this web site. So many interesting, creative and lively people...not
to mention lots of fun of dubious socially redeeming value. Best wishes to
all on this leg of your life's journey. I divide my time between Nebraska
and upstate New York. I usually fly but when I drive it, my thoughts sometimes
wander back to Madision and the 602. I am sorry Bob March could never get
the UW to list the 602 as a class room. Cheers.
Jan 20, 2001 14:45
Too much fun.....a former bartender of the 602 (Rich Glotzer) just forwarded
this website and I immediately remember feeling "safe" at the Club.Safe in
being able to trapse in and have a Point with a girlfriend. "Safe" also brings
back a Halloween evening memory when the 602 was my haven from the crazed
crowds on State Street. I feel like a Point right now; the distributors don't
carry it here in New Mexico.Thanks, Rich, and thanks, 602.Pearl A. HaweClass
of '82
Jan 22, 2001 02:17
Just thought I would say hello from Myrtle Beach. Just drove to the midwest
at Christmas. Ole Madison sure was cold. The ocean is sure a fine place to
return to! Keep in touch "Friend." Write and tell me how things are going,
I hope well!
Feb 23, 2001 18:51
What I remember most about the 602 was that they didn't allow either graffiti
in the bathroom or singing in the bar. So I took it upon myself to periodically
write "Dollar Brand Lives!" on the wall above the sink after everytime it
was erased. I did that for a least a year or two until I was caught by Mitch
who added to his repertoire of "No Singing," "No writing on the bathroom wall."
I guess I had been enough of a long term customer (the entire 70's), that
my transgression didn't warrant immediate banishment. I can also remember
many a drunken night over 16 oz schooners when Mitch would say "No Singing!"
to me, Michael Fox, Alan Ruff, Flake Newman, Larry Hugg and whoever else was
around.
Mar 15, 2001 22:37
Looking for Robin Carnes.
Mar 16, 2001 21:50
am having both hips replaced...avascular necrosis...replaced with titainium...question
is:more hip or less hip? oh sleepless nights... with them i am beat...saw
snuffy (dennis) can't talk real good (stroke)but can still laugh like a sonofabitch...live
about 15 ft from frankie carr...across the alley...maybe he could toss me
a softball...peace&poems...tuschen
Mar 17, 2001 03:11
Hi everybody! Living it up in WA. Just thought I would check in to see a
familiar site. It's strange to see the pictures now. I miss it. Anyway, hope
all is well. Elody
Mar 17, 2001 16:23
I may have walked in or past in 1970, 1971 or 1972 (spent mostly at the Moss
Trap Tavern, Washington Hotel Cafe, Sunflower Cafe) but I started hanging
regularly after I got a job at Yellow Jersey across the street in 1973. We
skipped out in the middle of the afternoon for a shot and came back after
work to the triangle of The 6, Bob&Gene's and Genna's. I drank there with
Ben Cohen, since gone, and wrote parts orders with Bob Hansen (deceased) in
the afternoon every other Tuesday. He wrote everything in a beautiful longhand
with carbons and two brandy old fashioned-sweets. I walked in once in 1982
on a date that was going nowhere and met Hannah Nelson in booth 4. Of all
the many bars, of all the world's women, this was the perfect moment in the
perfect bar with . . . And I drank there with Tim Adler before he was cut
in half. And Roger Agard before he blew his brains out. And all those fine
young men and the beautiful women of a world that has run down the drain and
gone.Here's a glass to all of you who remember.ps- check out the Ear Inn and
Milano's in NYC.
Mar 18, 2001 00:07
Tuschen- sorry to hear about your hips. Just wanted to tell you that my mother
was one of the first to get the procedure in the U.S., when it was still expermentalin
the 60's. Worked great! Her new hips lasted her for years with no problems.
Really changed her life. Also sorry to hear about Snuffy's stroke; but out
of everyone I have ever known, he would probably miss speech the least.
Apr 13, 2001 06:57
Hi!!
Jun 12, 2001 17:21
Enjoyed the site.
Jun 17, 2001 22:34
I was a frequent patron of the 602 club in Madison, wi from 1968 through
1971. Would be interested to know what happened to some of the people I met
there.
Jun 26, 2001 15:02
My father Rodney J. Howe was a brother to Dudley. I can remember asa young
girl going to the 602 on various Saturday mornings and havinga soda while
my dad and Uncle Dudley would enjoy a nice cold beer. Ihaven't been to the
bar in years and was by the other day . The oldplace just isn't the same.
Jun 28, 2001 10:51
Great Web site. My old friend Bob LaBrasca would have loved it, but he predeceased
the 602 by about a year.I'm doing an article for the Cap Times on Madison's
postwar gay bars (as the last one, the former Pirate Ship on Fairchild Street,
is about to be razed), and although I know the 6 definitely was not gay from
the '60s on, I've heard it was the first hangout in town just after World
War II, with the back area gay and the front area straight.I'd appreciate
stories, details, recollections at mccrea@madison.com.
Jul 30, 2001 15:26
Thanks mystery web host for this site and memories. The 602 changed my life.
Hello to Cookie, Charlie, Jim E. Jimi, Randall, Bruce, Annie, Ian and Frank.
Mitzi, Beckie, Tuschen and other friends whose names escape me at the moment.
This is Dawn, still in Madison, well, and using my friend's computer to send
this. Feel free to email us, she is a 602 alumni as well.
Aug 15, 2001 01:02
can't believe all you people sat in booth 6...peace & poems,tuschen
Aug 15, 2001 06:01
oh, by the way, can anyone lend me twenty bucks, gimme a cigarette, or let
me mess with your lady? buy me a schooner, gimme a nooner? oh yeah, i get
it, "out the door, to the left, keep walkin'"
Sep 6, 2001 01:34
I was looking for Tuschen, because I have an early peom of his that is going
onto one of my eBay listings, when I came into the 602...boy talk about wonderful
memories. It crossed my mind that the story was lacking because there was
no mention of the late Warren Moon. He held forth at the 602 as if it were
his "court".On a recent trip to Madison, My friend Bill and I did a walking
tour of the neighborhood...yes we got plenty smashed, but it's just not the
same ol 602, and Jockos (although reopened) is really gone forever. alot of
the old 70s haunts are gone, but not forgotten.Hello from Tennessee. Schumann
the Human
Sep 13, 2001 16:44
larry, bless yr heart but, i've never written a "peom" in my life...jus dont
know how...stupid, i guess...by the way, were you the guy how booked jerry
alexander, phil buss, and myself into baraboo and sun prairie high schools?peace&poems,tuschen
Sep 21, 2001 22:38
steve case, ceo of aol came down here to state street and kicked me off of
aol...seems as tho he prefered me to use "erection" rather than "hard-on"
in my website...but, i have this speech impediment...so my new email is: tuschen@chorus.net
...if ya give a shet...peace&poems (now more than ever)tuschen
Sep 28, 2001 17:20
A great soul passed to the next world last night. Larry Giles, a beautiful
poet and friend, died at 11:07 on Thursday, Sept. 27. My heart is breaking
as are many.
Dec 11, 2001 17:15
Health, happiness and a winning lottery ticket to all in this holiday season.
The other day I was out back splitting a few beers with some of the local
pterodactyls when one of them inquired whether anyone had seen Dixon Powell.
Is he like Jimmy Durante's Mrs. Calabash or is Dixon in some corporate board
room hanging cigerettes from his eye lids. Wo ist Dixon Powell?
Dec 18, 2001 07:41
What an amazing find! I stumbled in here (how appropriate...) while doing
a name search on my old friend Andy Boehm, bartender during much of my 602
era (like '73-'82). I wonder if others who've found this site arrived by similar
means.A lot of memories... I was around 19 and a college sophomore when I
first discovered the 602. Very shy and socially awkward. (Still am.) I'll
bet it was six months before I gathered up the courage even to talk to anybody,
but over the years made a lot of friends there. Andy, Tim Onosko, various
bartenders-- Tully, two brotherswhose names I now can't dredge up, Steve Kroonan
(sp?)-- he of the Cortez goatee and great stories of Madison in the 50's.
And on and on and on.Somehow, I guess because I generally came in the evening,
I have more memories of Mitch than of Dudley. I remember Mitch telling me
(how did the topic come up, and why do I remember it?) that in the thirties
he'd had a truck driving job transporting new Hudson Terraplanes from Michigan
to Wisconsin. And I always remember his friendly one-word greeting on my arrival:
"Schooner?"So, here's to the Six! And, hey Andy (or anybody else who remembers),
get in touch!
Jan 20, 2002 02:33
GREAT website, MJ (great chicken too!)From my all to brief experiences in
the 602(that I can remember anyway), you've really captured the "flavor" of
the place. And, I must add, it's very sentimental. I can tell how much it
meant to you.Thanks again to you and Cynthia for dinner. jude
Jan 20, 2002 03:20
See the yellow ceiling tin and diamonds flipped by apsychiatry of alcohol,
Mild Bill in camouflage his territorythe cleaned and clipped, the guns of
student rebelsand barefoot workmen and one-eyed giants at cribbageto answer
us, these lean ladies smoking their cigarettes. ...and Hard Luck, where the
newspapers told yourgrim prospects, youth where a wind caught you andhurled
you hence......a small papered window gone yellow as if by accident. tuschen,
without a second's reflection leaving his scarfhis American teeth bronzed
with tobacco, the haze deep as carbon the lime as dry as cinder in the pink
handbent to the light. sucking in the last of the southern lights with our
iced drinks. a staggering has commenced and with it dangerous gigglesa loss
to those who counted the neon years of flatteryas missing travelling the emptiness
ofhis death cough like the intricate branch of a dream-a caprice ofa therenessI
lean across that bartop and squint into the silver past. unnoticed I howl
at the marquetry-maze of the ceilings inlaid above medenouncing the proxenetists,
the police and that truly whirling somewhereSander's held outlike an uncashed
check matt kimble '02
Feb 22, 2002 06:59
Dear Folks, The Club has made it into the Star Trek Universe. In last week's
episode of "Enterprise," two of the crew were stranded in their shuttle pod
and, believing themselves to die in a few days when their oxygen ran out,
began to reminisce about old times. They talked about their favorite hangout
when they were cadets at Star Fleet Academy in San Francisco. You guessed
it. It was "the 602 Club." Only in this fiction the Club was in Mill Valleyand
had a beautiful waitress named Ruby. Anybody know how this allusion may have
come to be? Ex-Clubbers write for Star Trek?
Feb 25, 2002 08:14
Some memories from a relative latecomer to the world of the 602- -...1989,
after bar time, H. and I, both thwarted in idealistic amorous pursuits in
the same night, sitting dejectedly on the sidewalk outside the back door of
the six, commiserating- -the rain begins to fall, we don't notice. Later that
night (morning?) I would write the one song, at age 19, that I have been striving
unsuccesfully to top ever since that day......playing the pinball machine,
which WOULD NOT TILT no matter what you did to it, with a guy who's name I
can't remember but he looked like Danny from the Partridge family......years
of working at Amy's Cafe, closing the kitchen early (to the chagrin of Tom
P) just to get some prime hours at the six.....stubbornly remaining at the
table after our glasses had been taken away, the rest of the customers had
left and the lights had been turned on, we see Tate appear with a broom, saying
"If you want to stay, start sweeping."So far away...
Jun 27, 2002 20:50
Haven’t checked the site or posted for some time. It occurred to me
that many might not be aware of some relatively old bad news about a
someone who was an enthusiastic regular of the Six way back when. This
is that Steve Clark died last year. Those who knew Steve will remember
a big cheerful guy who would take the shirt off his back for a friend.
I felt bad about losing track of him when I moved to California a
number of years ago. A friend sent me a xerox of his obituary which I
scanned and post below. The back story that I got was something about
his ignoring the effects of a chainsaw injury and a resulting infection
overwhelmed his system. I’m a little hazy on this but it sure sounds
like a guy thing (yea– I’ll get in someday to get the ol prostrate
checked.) In any event– we miss you Steve. STEVE MILLER
(The obit) CIark Stephen P.
MARSHALL - Stephen P. Clark, age 53, of Marshall, Wis., died Thursday,
July12, 2001, at St. Marys Hospital after a short illness. He was born
October 16, 1947, in New Brunswick, N.J., and moved to Madison in 1950.
He graduated from Madison West High School and UW Madison; He married
Jean F. (Harris Clark, on April 3, 1982, in Madison. Steve worked as an
artist since graduating from college. He worked for two private
companies, and was self-employed part time as an artist until October
1994, when he started his own business – Woodhaven Sign and Design He
had a chance to use more of his skills and talents there, making
various signs and designing. He enjoyed camping, canoeing, hiking,
gardenong, photography, and oil painting landscapes. He loved his
Canadian getaway in Ontario, and traveling to Midwestern waterfalls.
Steve will be missed by family and friends. He is survived by his wife,
Jean of Marshall; his mother, Louise (Sassman) Clark of Madison; two
brothers, Charles Dougald (Nada) Clark of Watertown, and John Roderick
(Melanie Werth) Clark; and a sister, Mary (Brian Joseph) Clark of
Columbus, Ohio. He is also survived by nephews, David and Adam
Clark-Joseph of Columbus, Ohio; and a niece, Sarah Clark of Watertown.
He was preceded in death by his father, Andrew Hill Clark. A wake will
be held for Steve at FYFE'S CORNER BISTRO (upstairs) on Sunday, July
29, 2001, starting at 2 p.m. Family and friends are welcome. Memorials
may be made to the Cancer Research Institute to support research in the
Midwest.
Jul 10, 2002 13:32
Haven't been to the 602 websight for awhile now and as I have
moved out of Wisconsin, it warms my heart to look out the 602 window to
see University Ave. OK, so how is everyone? Hope all is well in Madison
and around the country for all the ex-602ers. Hi to Wilson, Cookie,
Tate, Lakitra, Karen, and of course Goldstein. Takes me back. Drop a
line if you wish!
Sep 3, 2002 22:15
I just found this page, on the eve of the anniversary of when we
lost Jill. Ten years ago on September 4th. I was glad that some of you
made it down to Evansville - go back there sometime and see her neat
cantilievered bench. It has "Jill" on it in her handwriting, and the
first verse from "Forever Young." I wish that some of you could have
made it to the memorial service at the Seth Peterson Cottage the next
month on Halloween. It was memorable! And something wonderful happened
that night too!
I miss you Jill - you *were* my best friend!
S O M
Sep 5, 2002 02:38
Hello to everyone, and Happy Birthday to Robin Carnes.
Does anybody know where he is?
Nov 2, 2002 10:46
My era at the 602 Club was 1972 until 1979, or thereabouts. I
wonder if anyone else remembers when Mitch retired as head bartender,
and then stopped wearing the crisp white shirts he had always sported,
and went casual.
Jan 7, 2003 17:21
Off and on, I was in Madison from 1966 to 2002, and, off and on, I was in "The Six" from 1966 to 1992.
Never became a regular there.
After reading about The Six, I wish I had.
Jan 8, 2003 17:35
You all forgot one of the "No's" at 602 - NO COSTUMES! I was
pretty much a regular from 1977 to 1983, and the only time I got tossed
was stopping in at Halloween and not being aware of this rule. I
understood the rationale and left promptly. One last safe haven. Oh,
and the civility of pushing the booth button for a round of schooners
is something I'll never forget.
Jan 28, 2003 06:34
Hello,
Can anyone tell me which New Yorker issue (date) carried the story on the 602? Thanks.
J-J V (UW\1954-58)
Feb 6, 2003 19:17
When I think of the good old days at college, envitably I
remember how cheap it was to get drunk and have a good time. My prime
example was the 602 Club. I will never forget I once bought two pints,
two bloody marys and 2 hard-boiled eggs for $6.00!!
Matt Rogers
Mar 4, 2003 12:58
Drunken anarchism at it's best. A bad day in the bar is better than a good day in class.
May 18, 2003 03:13
I saw this web page mentioned in Doug Moe's column. How odd is
this? I never had a drink in the 602, ever. Yet bartending for my
uncles Dick and Larry at Lorenzo's whilst I snuck my way through UW
66-70, I probably knew most regular 602 patrons of those times because
they all eventually came into our bar as well. You could count on the
evening migrations upstream or down on University Ave as regulars of
the those old taverns would wander in to rap and check out what was
happening. If something was going down at Genna's, or Eddie Ben Elson
was up to something 'original', the grapevine would have the news to
Bob and Gene's, The Hialeah, Lorenzo's and the 602 within an hour. A
cast of thousands; Snuffy, A.J., Tuschen, Ernst and the Gurnst and
their faithful sidekick Gary, Wild Bill Ferris, Ronnie Burke, Mary,
Steve Kruenen, Steve Windam, Dick Fawkes, Bobby Skolaski, John Scorggi,
Phil Vinci, Fast Eddie, Phil Kaveny, Van, Cohen, Soglin, Steve Hart,
Muggsy, and of course Steve Miller (fast talking us to buy one more six
pack after the doors were officially locked - for the after bartime
miffland parties.) If there is such a thing as a golden era of campus
rapmill taverns, then 602 to 813 University Ave., circa 1960s was where
it was at. I see this web page started in 1997, maybe it will hang in
there as long as the 602!
May 19, 2003 11:26
Thanks for the great web site and thanks to Doug Moe for
sending us this way. I came to Madison in 1972 as a freshman at UW, and
misspent my first years across the street at Bob and Gene's (I still
have a faded but not too moth eatten Bob and Gene's t-shirt in my
collection). Didn't find the 602 until long after Bob and Gene's had
been razed to put up a parking lot or some such thing. Found it with
new housemates, who were thrown out for singing - Good Night Irene to
be exact - on more than one occasion.
I was not a regular, and having given up alcohol by the time I found
the 602, I can't lament the loss of schooners (although I sympathize).
But I loved the randomness of entering that space and making it past
the probing glare of the proprieters (not to mention Allan's latest
interpretation of Harvey's lectures!). For me, the 602 often was the
best seminar in town, with professors and students of all ages and
ranges debating everything from science to history and poetry.
Reading through the messages really is like dropping in just to see
who's around. Thanks everyone, and especially thanks to the brains
behind the site. How lucky we all were to know what a great bar looks,
feels, and smells like!
May 19, 2003 18:48
Would anyone remember/have information about:
Paul Lagergren or
Don Olson, who played the pitch-hitter machine endlessly !
???
Thanks
May 20, 2003 18:32
I found this Great website while in search for the rules to
Dirty Clubs. My Mom grew up in Minnesota and remembers playing Dirty
Clubs as a kid. Having moved away some 38 years ago, she has since
forgotten the game. She and my Dad are avid card players, and she
mentions all the time how she wishes she could remember how to play
Dirty Clubs so she could teach us.
I know this is a strange request, but could someone tell me how to play
the game? Thank you,
Kim Calder
Jun 06, 2003 01:49
Hi 602 Alums
note new e-mail address...
Entered the Club in July of '60 - would love to hear from old pals...
Currently at home in Madison (608 233 4031) and would love to hoist a few with you,,,
Jul 17, 2003 17:14
What a great site.
Any chances of having a 602 reunion? While most of us are still alive...Would be glad to help.
Jul 17, 2003 18:49
(Response to question above by David Kenison and Paul Lagergren
or Don Olson, above) Wow. Haven’t thought of Paul in years. Was Don
Olson a painter called “Olie” Olson (I seem to recall his real name was
Don, but memory being what it is....) If it is, I don’t have any
current information on him, but do have something in the way of an
anecdote. I was a fresh face (if drunken) young freshman in my first
painting class at the U.W. art department in about 1964 (memory again)
when I first met Olie. He was a few years older. Most of us were
painting our attempts at abstract expressionism (or had op-art surfaced
yet.) Not Olie. He was painting fairly realistic pictures of human
heads stuck on the tops of posts. Dripping blood, etc. “What the hell
is that you’re painting?” I asked him. “That’s the war in Viet Nam,” he
answered. “What war in Viet Nam,” I asked, “if there was a war,
wouldn’t I have heard about it?” So he pulled out a very small news
clipping, from a back newspaper page, that talked about military action
in Viet Nam. It was the first time I had even heard of the country,
much than the war (being a well educated highschool graduate and all.)
He explained that he had just been discharged from the military where
he had been a helicopter pilot in Viet Nam. He regaled me with fun
stories like how some troops questioned prisoners by pushing other
prisoners out of helicopter at great heights. Things that stuck in my
mind to this date. Well, Olie went on to make some great paintings (the
big one on the back wall of the 602, for example) and we all went on to
learn a lot about Viet Nam (the country and the war.) The DOW riots
weren’t until the next year or so.
Sep 21, 2003 21:38
I just found this web site. I'm still cook'n at the union
Nov 21, 2003 22:30
I just ran into John Robinson (Jock) and learned that he has MS
and cancer. Still has a sense of humor, happily. We reminisced a bit,
and talked about the 602 Club.
Nov 23, 2003 10:16
Let us share news and talk of the old days.
Nov 23, 2003 17:23
truths emerging: 602's ttoilets did indeed swirl downward
left-to right...Adam Foo, in 1971, did snort drano off the chipped
paint window ledge in the men's room (guess he was in a hurry or
sumthing)...Amy Grindherear, on October 31, 1968 did, in fact, give
Gary Huebner a 602 rooftop, chap-lipped, chilled and chilling blow-job
and now has asthma...Hannibal and me divverted Allen Ginsberg away from
Morris Edelson in booth 3 to booth 6 and nobody gave a sshit in
1970...Wayne Taylor gave me an exasperated (when you gonna grow up?)
sigh/smile on June 30th, 1974...Mark Goldberg took me
"outside-in-the-alley" and smashed MY exasperated sigh/smile a few
times against an icy brick wall in the winter of '75 (it was his way of
proving that he was a better writer than I)...convinced me...Corso and
I had super-jacked bloody mary's served up by Frankie Carr before the
bar was to be opened and the place smelled of drano - no,
lysol...dudley (dear dudley) offered me a place to live (his house) in
1988...oh, and sssoo much more - but you'll have to get the
bbook...peace&poems, t
Nov 28, 2003 01:46
hi
Jan 19, 2004 19:24
Responding to the question of September, 2002, I finally found
out where Robin Carnes is. Madison, Wisconsin. On East Main Street to
be precise. He says he supposes there are others who don't know how to
get in touch with him, and therefore I'll post his phone number.
244-4068. I still miss the "6" although the Harmony is okay too.
Feb 11, 2004 15:47
There were a helluva lot more characters in the
602 than have ever appeared on Saturday Night Live.
It was a genuine performance venue where both
actor and audience merged.
Feb 25, 2004 10:34
So, has Rick Berman from Star Trek paid any royalties on using the Bars name and logo???
Mar 11, 2004 00:25
602... many's the hour I spent there in Madison 1967 to 1973.
the late 60's era that defined those of us who lived it in Madison
Mar 13, 2004 01:40
I went to Grad School in Madison from 1968 to 1973. I had great
friends, Fred Milverstedt, the blond lion cub, whom I still email with
every week, Eddie Elson with the hat, who ran for Mayor that year, who
was funny and weird and nice to me. I bought these super tight hip
hugger bell bottoms in his clothing store and his partner always told
me I looked great in those bell-bottoms I stole (now THAT was weird). I
heard he is gone. I studied graphic art for 4 years there when I wasn't
carousing around with my friends...George Stulgaitis with the Harley
Indian, my official boyfriend for a few years, above captioned Fritz
The Cat, also Bob White with the little mustache and the sheepskin
vest, Filthy Rich, Fred's pal, Bill Ewall and Lana something, he
actually peed in a wine bottle when his housemate was entertaining in
the living room as they were keeping him awake... and does anyone
remember Kathie Reilly? I used to come to the 602 Club and get fried
seafood so hot it always burned my tongue. My friend David, another art
student, used to come here alot and bring me for beers. I enjoyed the
faculty parties...I had Dean Meeker for my Major professor in Graphics
and I dropped out of grad school after 3 years, then worked at the
Admin. Data Processing dept. with the likes of Neil Trilling, Erik
Something and Gerry Pacina. That aged me a bit and I took off for
England. I was SO NOT a computer person. I remember the Good Karma
Coffee Shop, I hung my art there for sale and to my chagrin it sold,
corn festivals, horses in the snow, my car's radiator plugged in at
night so it would start, George's blue Harley Indian and riding it in
the bone chilling cold, Louise Weege, Bill Weege the artist, that sick
old man with frozen fingers, some missing, selling newspapers on the
stairs on campus crying "NewsPAPERS...NewsPAPERS" and me buying them
thinking he was not long for this world, then I threw them away, I
never read them, except for Fred's sports column (some of which pertain
to our times together, Elkhart Races, Cross Country Trips, Rashes at
Baseball games...).. I used to get so many tickets in Madison Fred had
to get me David Walsh to defend me in court. He did so admirably if
some what bemusedly. I had some really really great times in Madison
and the 602 was a part of it. While not a "Regular", I was sad to hear
it closed. Oh has anyone heard from Steve Kertz, he lived with George
and me in the old Proxmire Estate out on Buckeye Road, where the last
thing holding me in Madison, my Siamese cat Saki, was run over right
before I left. She is buried in Proxmire's yard under the tree. If
anyone who reads this remembers me, feel free to emailme at
karinfla@aol.com. Peace, if not Love. KARIN PAUL :)
Mar 24, 2004 22:28
y husband Jim Walters and I celebrated our wedding at the 602 in
1963. The place is not easy to forget. We must have spent 10 good years
there before leaving town. Hello to old club friends...
Sylvia Solochek
May 14, 2004 18:42
Ahhh yes, the "Six". It has been 22 years that I have been away
from Madtown. But I still remember tipping a few back while discussing
the future back in the seventies.
Tim Onosko and Mike Heckman were are you now? It seems like someone
elses life.
Jun 10, 2004 15:34
hi--spent time at 602 early 70"s--time with hardrock, tom germen, peter hylkema
Jun 11, 2004 13:20
HELLO TO PAST SOFTBALL BUDDIES AND FRIENDS, HOPE YOUR ALL DOING WELL.
Jun 25, 2004 14:58
PETER HYLKEMA DIED 11-99. HYLKEMA S RULES FOR A HAPPY LIFE-------
1. SEEK AT LEAST SOME FRIENDS WHO HAVE A SENSE OF HUMOR OR WHO LIKE TO HAVE FUN. DON T JUST HAVE FRIENDS WHO ARE INTERESTING.
2. YOU MUST DO EVERY DAY AN ACTIVITY THAT IS EXHILIRATING.
3. BE AN AVOIDER--NOT A WORRIER.
4. IN YOUR JOB, FIND WHAT YOU THINK IS FUN AND FOCUS ON THAT.
5. IF THERE IS NO FUN IN YOUR JOB--QUIT IT.
6. BE A HIPPY FROM MADISON.
7. THINK ABOUT BLACKMAILING SOMEONE.
8. GIVE A PARTY. SERVE LOTS OF BEER AND PIZZA. PLAY GOOD MUSIC REAL LOUD.
9. DON T DO THINGS THAT BUILD CHARACTER OR TO PROVE THAT YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE. YOU ALREADY HAVE THAT.
Aug 06, 2004 00:57
It is just remarkable that I haven't ever stumbled on the site
before, having raised hundreds of schooners at the Club from 1966 (a
bit precociously by law)until ca. 1982 and a move to Guam and then
Saipan. The last time I was in Madison was '97 and I didn't even look
in, having heard somehow about the sale and anticipating
disappointment. Lots of familiar names here, but I thought Dick Daley,
long ago bartender for his uncles--Larry and Dick Farina at
Lorenzo's--got it right, when he noted that there was a lot of overlap
among the clientele. There was plenty of traffic on that stretch of U.
Avenue of an evening. Regardless of your waterhole of first choice, who
can forget fellow West High grad Steve "Pony" Miller howling word about
after hour parties and sitting on that precious 6 pack? As a certified
townie, I first got introduced to the 602 (not served) in 1962, when I
was helping Paul's Book Store move out of the storefront next door.
(This was some years before the Green Lantern occupied the same site).
As a 14 year old, presiding over huge stacks of dusty books on the
sidewalk early one morning, I organized a bar time book sale for the
emerging patrons, surprising my boss, the late and still missed Paul
Askins with some extra revenue. Steve Kreunen, Jim McKahan and Mark
Foster were other regulars with the Paul's connection. I did stop by in
the late 80s and talked with Dudley, but the pictures must be from the
70s. I do recall watching Mitch give a lot of people the boot, but
fortunately, I wasn't one of them. I got a lot of amusement from one
posting describing the wicked cold that blew in from Frances Street to
keep patrons alert. Glad to hear Andy Boehm is still around (if in
California) and communicating characteristically. I had forgotten his
bartending stint, which may have coincided with some of my brief Army
service in the late 60s. I missed the Dow demonstration of course, but
later logged a lot of time at the Club in lieu of attending classes
while the protests played out.
Sep 02, 2004 01:30
Not exactly 602 related, but some people may be interested: I have 3
CDs of Phil Buss, Jerry Alexander, et al. Anyone who wants a copy,
email suurb@sbcglobal.net
Sep 13, 2004 14:16
Hi greetings from L. I. Dont know how I got this--but hi anyway.
Sep 29, 2004 17:53
Hi Ellen!
Oct 27, 2004 18:47
First time I ever drank Long Islands, first time I ever drank
enough I couldn't see straight, first time I had to lean on someone to
get home. That's my one and only 602 Club memory, but it's been lodged
there for the past 12 years because I went there with my brand new
housemates just after moving into Lothlorien Co-op.
Dec 29, 2004 01:08
Remember me? I used to write you years ago about this great
place. My mom Linda and Becky used to live there. I loved the six when
I would visit from the Carolinas..what happened to
you....webmaster...you still manning this fabulous website?
Jan 07, 2005 10:39
Thanx for creating & maintaining the site! Chatting about
politics & media w/ Mssrs. Boehm, Onosko & McCamy... music w/
my colleagues from the original Radio Free Madison (Jim McInnes, Chris
Morris, Dave Benson, Jane "Jamie Blue" Ifland, et al,) plotting to
build Madison's first recording studio... I learned he was friendly,
but it was sometimes hard to tell: I'd greet Mitch; no smile, arms
crossed across chest and no more than a gruff "Murph!" A previous
writer was right: The Harmony comes damn close (yeah, there's a juke
box, but it's the best in town...) As Henry Morgan used to say, "Hello,
anybody!"
Feb 03, 2005 02:49
An amazing website. Twisted to hear how many from those years
are still with us, and how many aren't. Won't ever forget Sturm,
hardrock, German, Labrasca, Boehm, ttuschen, Fat Richard, ANY of the
girls, and of course the two men who made it: Dudley and
Mitch...("Jersey? Out the door and to the left.") Anyone hear from Phil
Buss? Jerry Pockar? John Johnson stay out of jail? How about that tribe
of deranged, wild-haired (wilder than most, even) 7-foot-tall brothers
who'd come out of the woods every 6 months or so and try to terrorize
all the bars in town? Tore up the bar run by the gay Cuban guy one new
years eve when the Blue Light was playing there...punched a dent in one
of Abe's cymbals.
What a ride. What a fantastic ride.
Feb 15, 2005 19:10
Hi Pa.
Just stopped in to say hi and "I miss you."
Linda & Becky aka the garden club aka the bad girls
Feb 18, 2005 16:47
As we sit here on a Friday night with no place to go we greatly
miss the 'ol six. E-mail us and let us know where all you nubile
ex-sixers are flaunting your wares.
Feb 19, 2005 12:44
(finishing the message): the newspaper strikers were thankful for
support from "direct action" supporters, especially when they heard
that gas tanks of the Cap Times delivery trucks had been sugared and
truck engines froze up and the next day's edition couldn't be
delivered. And we hoisted the glass bowls high that night. Solidarity.
Mar 14, 2005 01:48
New email address... just in case any of the old crowd are out there.
Jun 27, 2005 20:30
Regarding Michael Kellicutt:
I am saddened to report the passing of Michael Kellicutt who passed
away on May 20th of 2005. Michael was killed in an auto accident in
Half Moon Bay, California where he had become a noted photographer.
Michael was nearly the same vintage as I am, and we would sometimes
share stories of our college formative years. Mine were at "The Sink"
and "Tulagi's" near the Univ. of Colorado in Boulder. Michael
introduced me to this wonderful website showing the history of the 602
club where he reported that he had earned some of his stripes. Any
honors to Michael's memory should be made to: The Coastal Arts League,
Kellicutt Photography Award, 300 Main Street #3, Half Moon Bay, CA
94019. For more information on Michael's life, try typing in
"Kellicutt" on Yahoo or Google.
Jul 01, 2005 04:40
I still own and use a sicko zoo drink coaster. If the web site wants an image of it, let me know.
John
Madison WI, 1994-1997
Jul 25, 2005 16:46
Hey all! It's amazing what lies in store for each of us - at the
time (1989 or 90 i think) I had just turned 21 and moved to someone's
couch off of Regent St. It seemed school wasn't a good idea at the
time, so me and the boys would find ourselves at the (ahem) Black Bear
Lounge - the upstairs bar - across the intersection from the 6. We only
went there because The Onion had some crazy $3 pitcher of Bud coupon,
and our high school buddy Tim Hammermeister was working and feeding
those cheap pitchers for free. After having enough of the Hair Metal
crowd that was downstairs, we though "what's up with that crazy corner
bar"? Well, it was my introduction to a real bar - kinda divey, kinda
not. Damn Schooners full of Berghoff.... make me all drunk and stuff.
Loved the place, they even let my buddy Marvin shoot a student film
there after hours. Big ol' cribbage board. Many friends were already
there by the time I was showing up after work, stayed until bar time. I
no longer reside in the middle west, but when I return to visit friends
and family I am saddened by the idea that good things come and good
things go - but if I remind myself that I was privvy to a good thing
such as the 602, then happiness returns and the good thing never went
away... 'cept some brain cells. Cheers all!
Jul 27, 2005 23:24
Just stopping by on a cruise down memory lane... got email from
Fred Milverstedt again, he lives in Michigan now, still rides the
Harley and writes about his travels. HIs pictures show him with
shoulder length white wavy hair (lots of it still, at
age...hmmm...65?...)
his devil may care expression slashed by his usual sardonic grin, eyes
blue and piercing, slim and shady ... somewhat mellowed with age, but
hey, compared to me he was always mellow. Love that man, one of these
days he and his Lambchop (Chop for short) will have to come down here
to rainy (what ya think, sunny? Its pouring every day!) Florida. He's
still working with Soggy on some sort of biographic tome. Thinking of
ol' Eddie Ben Elson with his crazy hat, I actually went on a couple of
dates with him pre-Freddy, actually calm and very sweet in person - one
on one, that crazy man. Other Hog owners: George STulgaitis and his
Lithuanian clan: Charlotte, Gene, Joanie, his Baby sister Lani... I
need to get her email address again, lost it. WInter riding on a Harley
Indian with George. ANyone remember Filthy Rich, Milverstedt's friend?
Spent a candlelit, mescaline enhanced week in Filthy's cabin with Fred
in ...gawd...1973, was it. Un be-lievable how long ago. Anyone hear
from Neil Trilling, or Haskell Fain (Hack. Hack's in Cali, if he is
still with us. Neil was an amazing man, in our time. When I lived in
Madtown I had so many parking tickets, er... some speeding ones too, I
had to hire David Walsh to get me off in court. HE I b'lieve is now a
Good Ol' Boy in Madison. He actually introduced me to Fred Milverstedt,
and the rest (in my life at least) was HisStory. Who else...Dean
Meeker....nah... Luise Weege? Bill Weege? David Campbell? Yeah I was in
the Fine Arts Department, Grad School.
Used to go eat deep fried seafood at the 602. I REALLY should dust of
my photo portfolio of my life and times in Madison, when I was
immortal, invulnerable and....slim, with long dark shiny hair in high
heeled boots and hip hugger bell bottoms. Ouch! As I was a photography
major (actually Graphic Arts), I have a ton of the old B&W 36 mm
negatives of... some of everything. Really need to put up a site of
those pix. You all would enjoy them, even if the faces are not all
knowsn to you, the clothes and ambiance will be. It was OUR time, then
and we owned the Town. Love ya all, Karin xoxooxox
Aug 21, 2005 02:41
Every era has it's moment, and really, ours was 1967-1968 and
the old Lorenzo's Bar on University Ave. Students would routinely stand
up on tables and lecture about how the war in Vietnam must end and how
the U.S. "military industrial complex" must be overthrown. The chant on
the street was that the "whole world was watching" Maybe that was a bit
of baby booomer narcisism, but it felt that way. I can't remember any
time or place as exciting as that bar at that time.
Oct 06, 2005 12:28
Just ran across the site - Anybody know anything about Phil Buss?
Nov 16, 2005 18:27
What a surprise finding this site! I was looking for an email address
of an old friend (Dave Suurballe) and found his name in the message
book.
I was a student in Madison from 1967 through 1971 and worked there till
1974. I'd be interested to find info about the Roman Inn, and the Store
where I worked!!?? as a bartender.
I've lived in Oz since 1974 so I don't get to Madison much.
Dec 02, 2005 13:25
Saw a lot of familiar names scrolling down the page. Just
stopped in briefly on my lunch break to let everybody know that Steve
Kreunen passed away last Saturday, November 26, at age 67. So let us
raise a schooner (or three) to his memory...
Apr 09, 2006 10:47
Just fixing a little problem with bots. The fix is in and they should leave this message board alone.
Jul 10, 2006 00:54
hi everyone--I live in NY but am visiting Madison and my friend
Bob Kay told me about this site-I could not believe someone bothered to
put this up--thank you!! Hi to Brigid, Steve Miller,Tuschen,Phil K,
Peach, Tully and all the regulars from 1969-1974. what happened to
George Farrens and Gar Shultis? I walk thru the terrance or down the
streets of Madison and every oldish person I see i wonder if they were
once a friend that i do not recognize. I will pass this site on to
Ernst Wollweber, former chess king of the 6. Just walked down
university ave and missed the 6, bob and genes (those dollar
pitchers-remember?) and gennas. There is a new very upscale gennas on
the square and i went in and asked about Frankie. he died about 15 yrs
ago they said.:( did not see any chess players in the Rat this time as
i did in 1997, my last visit. I left madison in 1974 with a heavy heart
but knew I had to get out or I might spend my life in the 602 club.
Madison is still wonderful but not quite the same. so many are dead or
lost. my friend Hans Kasten, another 602 character, is dead a couple of
years now. He was one of the nicest and funniest people i ever knew.
Though I no longer drink alcohol (had my lifetime share before I was
30) I fondly remember the days of the 6 and will raise my glass (of
water) in remembrance to you all--
Susan (the chess player)aka KILLER
Aug 17, 2006 15:00
Hi to Susan Sterngold and all,
Glad to see the 602 site is still going. Thanks Michael if you're still
managing it. Hadn't been on the site in many years and of course saw
Susan's message when I scrolled to the most recent. Sorry to hear of
Hans Kasten's passing and Steve Kruenen's too (scroll up a bit). Great
memories of those guys. Remember watching the Reds and Red Sox World
Series there with Hans in '75. George Farrens crossed my mind the other
day and I have no idea where he may be. Pony Miller may know if he
still checks the site. Ran into - literally - Gar on Gilman St. about
15 years ago. He was higher than a kite. He kissed me on the lips,
asked me if I was a nigger-lover and flew off like a fart in a
whirlwind. Phil Buss (scroll up) passed away in the mid-'80s. I was
living out in Spring Green at the time and recognized a lady he used to
live with and got that news from her. My hunch is that Ernst W. is
still riding the Turin 10-speed I sold him at the Yellow Jersey 35
years ago. Tell him I still ride the old Peugeot that was once the shop
bike. I'd logged on today because I was cleaning out some files and
came across a poem I wrote and sent to the Six when I heard that Dudley
died in '92:
A Bad Rhyme Beats a Bad Pun Any Day
Here's to Dudley who showed us Howe.
As the world went nuts the Six was mellow.
He made it a bar that was more than a bar.
No juke box, no ferns, less is more.
A bar I could bring my kids that was no hell hole.
They remember the baseball machine very well now.
Art on the walls, talk in the stalls,
Pop Corn Sez: you ain't at the mall.
I came there after being clubbed and gassed.
I was there when Nixon said his last.
I watched the Reds and Red Sox in '75.
But it was the B.S. artistes Who made the place come alive.
Thanks Dudly, I hope you're holding a good hand by the campfire in that
endlessly flowing Hamms Beer sign in the sky.
I'd gotten a nice note back from his daughter Ja Ja which I found with
the poem.
I have so many great memories of the Six. They filter through my
fog/brain often. One fond one of Mitch one night when a couple were
making out in a booth and rang the buzzer for another drink. he
strolled over, picked up their glasses and said, "Time to split to the
pad."
I only ever saw one fight in there in all my years. Was sitting next to
a woman who was with Austin Mc (???). They guy sitting next to him must
have said something about him being with a white woman because the next
I knew they were in the isle squaring off. Austin hit him five times
before he could throw a punch. In the mean time Mitch, who'd been a
boxer in his youth, was out around the bar, grabbed the guy in the
classic "86" collar and belt hold marched him out the front door and
locked it. Everyone just went back to their bar stools while guy with
the bloody face banged on the door glass a minute then disappeared.
I recall really nailing Dudley, the uncrowned king of puns, with a pun
one afternoon. I'd had a couple of friends who'd run a short lived
business selling cross country skis and running shoes a couple of doors
up from the Six called Aerobic Sports. It had closed recently. As I
sipped my schooner he asked me what I thought the problem had been. I
told him there was just too much competition in the ski business. On
State St. you had Petries and Fontana selling skis and right across
from the Six was Bill's Key Shop - which of couse I said like "Bill's
Ski Shop." He didn't laugh. But a wry smile came across his lips. He
knew he'd been had and I knew he'd probably retell it ten times in the
next few days. I hang out in Hayward these days in the great Nort-Woods
at Angler's Bar where they still have pinball and even a scrolling
camp-scene Hamms Beer sign. We've got some characters, but it's bush
league compared to the Six-O.
Bottoms up, Van
Aug 18, 2006 03:36
Hi Folks: Just found the new link (I guess). Thanks to whoever did the work on the site.
Aug 21, 2006 15:40
My new email address, in case any long lost friend wants to get
in touch, is slmil2000@cox.net. Finally left AOL for a high-speed
connection. Gotta stay up with these modern new-fangled times. Steve
Miller
Nov 14, 2006 23:01
Sad news in yesterday's State Urinal in the form of a nicely
written article noting the passing of Zach Cooper on Nov. 1. Can't
recall exactly Zach's stint at bartending at the 6-0, but think it had
to be around the late '70s because when I moved away from Madison (I'd
always make a beeline to the 6 when I'd visit) I remember him making
one of his sly comments to about, "we kind of like to keep the out of
towners under control." I'd run into him last at the Memorial Union
about a dozen years ago when I was visiting too. He was visiting also,
from UW LaCrosse where he was teaching I think. According to the
article it seems he was back in Madison. It was written by Deborah Ziff
(dziff@madison.com) and gave an overview of his career (outside the 6).
He was 71, which surprised me as he always seemed so young.
Dec 15, 2006 21:16
wow...........
I had forgotten the 602 Club.......... stumbled here on line......
jaw open......
I remember it so well........... and Rob Patterson...........old lover
I left Madison in the mid 70's........... The Nitty Gritty Bar, the
602, and the best Mifflin Street block parties..... THAT is how I want
to remember Madison......... What a town!!
Jan 10, 2007 14:05
Phil, nice to see you surface... I still check in here about
every few months. Of course, those of you in-tune with Madison will
know that Bob&Gene's have now started a copycat website and forum.
As I said on their site, who would ever have thought that such an
environment as existed on University Avenue in 50s-70s would have
reconvened in cyberspace...
Heck, I'd start a Lorenzo's forum, but I'm a Neanderthal when it comes
to this techie internet crap...
here is the other website: http://pub22.bravenet.com/forum/1831267738/
Mar 24, 2007 14:39
Glad to see more familiar faces surface. Hi to Bruce Lloyd and Robin Arnhold! There was noplace like the 602 and my travels lead me to believe there isn't one anywhere else either. I've advertised this site to friends as "the place where I misspent part of my youth." Many years in TN don't dim the memories. I knew about Kreunen and Tuschen, also for anyone remembering Dale Mann (small bearded artist fellow), he died several years ago back out in Grant County. Colin McCamy's gone too. And someone told me maybe 15 years ago that Phil Buss had died out in Colorado. Don't know if that last is true though. Let's hope the 602 exists in the next world!
Apr 06, 2007 23:12
New e-mail but address same... Mostly in Madison these days. Never heard anything from the early '60s crowd. If any are known would enjoy to hear...
Jun 20, 2007 06:06
Well, I finally found my way in here. First visit to the 602 was my
21st birthday in 1967. It was a "21" bar - not a beer bar. Back in the
days of Phil Buss, Stan Huber, Roy Silberman, Paul Lundgren, Steve
Kronin and names that now escape me. Spent most of next 20 years in
there! Saw a lot of familiar names in the guest book, but noted many,
many conspicuous absences. I spent some time there in the last year or
so before its demise. That had a photo album behind the bar which had
pictures of denizens from the mid-sixties which the then-bartenders
(Irv and Mary) asked me identify. Ian was there till the bitter end
too, I believe. Too bad they didn't make it into the photo galleries. I
was there on the final night but arrived too late to get any free
schooners and frankly didn't recognize anyone but a handful of people.
Last memory of being in there was was seeing John Tuschen standing on
the bar shouting out poetry to a host of drunks who couldn't have been
less interested!! Can't begin to say hello to everyone and am struck by
the great number of folks who haven't signed the guest book. This
registry only begins to list the number of regulars who enjoyed and
wasted their lives in the 6! Special greetings to Suzie Sterngold and
Bridgit. Party on, Gar!
Jun 21, 2007 23:44
In answer to some inquiries about certain fellow-clubbers:
Phil Buss moved to Colorado sometime in the 70's and died prematurely
in the mid-80's. I heard this from Tuschen. He was 50ish. Phil and I
worked together at a State St. restaurant when I was still in high
school. I used to go to The Pad (a NY style combo deli/coffee house) on
State St, where he played folk blues and bluegrass solo (and got paid
for it!) He was an incredible guitar player and not bad on the banjo
and mandolin. He was instrumental in introducing me to the hip/beat
scene. He had nothing but scorn for my electric guitars and efforts to
replicate the surf sound. The irony is that formed a rock group a few
years later (Goodyear Blimp) and played regularly at Glen and Ann's.
Paul Lagergren, bartender and writer whose ambition was to be published
in Playboy, reportedly moved to Pacific northwest and died at a fairly
tender age. This is HEARSAY! Also met Paul at the same restaurant when
I was in high school when he was a pseudo-intellectual and no friend of
the counter-culture. Then, in the late 60's, he reappeared as a
bartender at the 6!
Tim Onosko, Andy Boehm's sidekick in the late 70's and early 80's
reportedly died of cancer in the last year or two.
Hans Kasten died of prostate cancer 3 or 4 years ago. He made Madison
his hometown after Suzie Sterngold introduced him to the 6.
Dick Kerr, no idea! Vanished after being fired for stealing (HEARSAY),
just like Michael Howe, Dudley's nephew, who stole Dudley blind when he
was working there and closing the place down.
At least, the last response wasn't a de facto obit!
Jun 30, 2007 07:37
By the way, Mitch and I NEVER got along - all those years...
Jul 26, 2007 22:35
I frequented "The 6" from 1977-1985 what great place...started going
there at 15 with my mother and on through college. Been 20+ years since
I've left Madison but one never forgets.
I'm sorry to hear that it's gone. Many people went through there and it
looks as though many remember, I'll always remember the tall cold
schooners and chips, buzzer at hand if there was ever a chance your
glass might get low, the smoke, the loud talking...and that one cleaned
off ceiling tile in the corner. We will miss "The 6"...and Howe.
Oct 01, 2007 00:47
I used to hang out at the 602 in the late 70's and early 80's. I was wondering
if anyone knows what happened to Frankie Carr. I think the last time I saw him
was during the time he had the bar up by the capitol. Good times -- Frank (Genna),
Jocko's....
Nov 23, 2007 19:35
Richard Shaw drew a map on a napkin at some bar in Berkeley, when I told him I got the job here in Madison.
Dec 21, 2007 13:53
A big "here's howe" to all still digitally assembled. Passed by the old bar
recently, but always have to look away to avoid being turned into a pillar of
salt.
Mar 22, 2008 11:35
I, Phil Vinci, Rick Burke and Rick's girl closed out 1969 by
launching that New Year's Eve at the 602. Schooners galore and we were
off; I to Evansville to reunite w/ some pals just back from Vietnam.
More beer and ingested something ethereal and it was off to "Nam. My
buddy had brought back movies of his unit's observation post on Dragon
Mountain; Pleiku. He did a moving narrative which served to bring the
war right into the room. Large evening.
The 602 stop acted as a launching pad for many adventures during those
daze. Hi to "Ian" Larry Moskewitz and Tait.
May 01, 2008 14:40
Man! Jon Drayna flipped me this link from his brother Dennis. What's amazing
is, after three and a half years perched on a stool or in a booth, squandering
the $6 per story the Daily Cardinal would pay, I can't recall a bloody soul
on this website. 'ceptin' of course Dudley
Jun 19, 2008 20:06
Damn! Can't believe I found this site. Thanks to whomever put it up. I was
a regular from the time I was 17 (1969)until I left Madison 20 years later.
The only bar I've ever heard about that had a Latin/English dictionary under
the counter (and a Websters too). I cashed my checks there and got mail delivered
when I was traveling or had no fixed address. Mitch threw me out once. For whistling.
After all those years I didn't know it was against the rules, but what Mitch
says goes. (He let me back in the next day; but no whistling.)
Jul 07, 2008 04:02
Steve Miller and I used to wet our fingers and run them over the rim of
our schooners, producing high-pitched crystalline tones, It drove Mitch
crazy! He'd wander through the table area trying to figure out who was
playing music or whatever... He finally figured it out, forbade it, but
never kicked us out for it. I think he admired our ability to skirt the
rules - but he probably didn't. He could occasionally take a joke when
it was on him. He had a grudging, but not lasting respect for us. He
made me return a 6-Pack one night when I didn't leave until 40 seconds
after bar time - technically illegal. I told him he really had a knack
for pissing people off and he bristled! We were at counter-purposes, I
guess! Never any love lost between us.
Aug 04, 2008 16:19
Nearly 50 years ago I traveled from Missouri to Madison on
Christmas Eve to visit my girlfriend,hitchhiking the last leg from Ft.
Atkinson around midnight when it was 12 below zero and snowing. Thank
God for that one car that stopped and took me to the 602, where I was
warmly greeted by Dudley (Mr. Howe to me, then and now). He was always
friendly, but with that sharp eye knew immediately that my fake ID was,
well, fake. No matter, I soon was old enough and enjoyed every moment I
spent there. And thanks to google for reconnecting me with good
memories of those days.
I'm hoping to be traveling through Madison this fall and will be
looking for any old haunts that may be around. I was really hoping the
602 would be one, but those good memories will never be gone.
Sep 10, 2008 02:44
Lyndom Johnson's daughter Lusy sat in Booth 4 when the scoundrel Lyndon announced "I shall not accept nor shall I run...." and we sat in booth 6. Students, artists, poets, chemists, librarians, historians, judges, lawyers, slum-lords, deputy-dog UW-Madison administrators, professors, etc. hung out at the 602. Cab drivers and City health inspectors were cribbage players. Famous folks drifted in and out. Musicians, artists, movie stars, and just regular folks. Damned, I miss the 602. It's hard to find that intellectual challenge, Hack Fain, Fannie LeMoine,Bob March, Ugo Camarini, Dean Meeker, Joel Skornika, John Gruber, Ernie Moll, Mary Betts, Wayne Taylor, George Cutlip, ad the best conversation,Ronnie (Veronica)Folstad